September 27, 2023

My brain must be bisexual,

I can’t think straight.

The alphabet jumbles in my head,

My thoughts come up in soup,

Running through my hands,

As I try to fork them into my mouth,

Rendering me a speechless blur.

My head shakes,

The sloshing sound of my melted brain echoes,

Around the empty cavities,

Where solid mass used to reside.

I tilt my head to the left and my brain slowly drips out of my ear,

Once valuable,

Now a mushy mess falling onto the floor and spelling,

What is going on?